TW: Vent. I don't know. I don't want to run away again. I don't want to be here. I don't like this family. My birthday is right around the corner. yet the days only move slower. I cant. my brain can handle so much but not this. the thought of them succeeding in controlling me with their corrupt ways. wether or not they put me into this world. I fear turning out like them all because they wanted to mold me. all because Dad wants to bow to a narcissist. all because he cant leave an actual liar. he says he hates liars. he cant stand them at all. then leave her. Get her out. Fix yourself. You lied to me even. You just expect me to do the same. I don't even know how you made it this far like this. I'm not some kid anymore. I can think, I have consciousness. I can make my own choices. yet you think you can still control me. you think yelling at me and constantly being Angry will work. Your wrong. Your lying to yourself. Saying I'm a girl for wearing nail polish? Ozzy Osbourne wears it, Kirk Hammett Wears it, I wear it. I'm not trans, I have one yes. But I am not one. Yet you cant ever believe me. its always "Do as I say immediately" You treat me like some worthless disposable hero. I. am not. your doll.
